Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"In fact, it's not that difficult if you think about it carefully. There will always be a time when the organization will interrogate mice. When the time comes, asking a few of them to come over may have a miraculous effect."

Yin Jiu was walking aimlessly on the streets of Beika Town with an umbrella.

Several scenes of the original owner's abuse flashed through my mind.

"Huh?" He stopped and tried to recall the past, but those scenes were like loaches, quickly disappearing into his mind.

"Is there something going on?" Gin saw that Yin Jiu's tracker stopped moving, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately connected the headset.

"No, I just thought of something." Yin Jiu lowered his head and raised his right foot, pretending to check if he had stepped on anything. The umbrella moved down slightly to cover his mouth. "If the boss of Mantiantang knew that their employee information was only worth 200 million yen, would he be so angry that he would vomit blood?"

The mission this time is to trade employee intelligence information of a company called Mantiantang. With the cooperation of several people, it is not difficult to handle.

But Gin is more cautious when doing tasks. In order to prevent the other party from changing his mind suddenly and calling the police for an ambush, Yin Jiu's task is to tentatively search around for any suspicious persons.

"A supervisor who can sell the information of all company members for 200 million is probably driven to desperation by debt. The possibility of calling the police is very low. Are we making a fuss out of nothing?" Yin Jiu stood up and walked forward again. In fact, for creatures like vampires, discovering hiding humans is the most basic hunting skill.

Before he even finished walking down the street, he already sensed that there was no one ahead of him.

Seeing Yin Jiu's nonchalant look, Gin advised him patiently, "Don't ignore any details. Mission failure is not terrible for other teams, but it may be a fatal blow to the action team. It will take blood and life to fill the gap."

Their transaction location was chosen to be in a more remote and open place. Chianti Cohen was responsible for sniper cover, and all Yin Jiu did was to walk slowly along the path that the target person must take.

"Remember, if you find anything suspicious, don't make a fuss. Pretend you didn't see it and switch to the main road to exit." Gin's voice kept chattering in the headset, patiently giving guidance to Yin Jiu.

"I know, I know. You're so annoying, Gin."

Chianti and Cohen, guns drawn, lay on a building 400 yards away from Gin.

"Is this male mother in the main channel Gin?" Chianti covered the microphone with his hands in disbelief, and couldn't help but take a few more glances through the telescope.

It was indeed the blond man who was speaking!

Who is this?

Help!

So strange!

"...Maybe Gin is more patient with children?" Cohen also used a telescope. He listened to the microphone for a while and then remained silent for a long time. "Glenfiddich's voice doesn't sound like an adult's. His voice is very...well-behaved."

"Well behaved?" Chianti chewed on this incompatible adjective in his mouth, and stopped looking through the magnifying glass, thinking carefully, "He is indeed well behaved. Ignoring his tone, this voice sounds like that of a cute well-behaved child."

So this... the guy with the sweet voice who can change his complaining tone into a coquettish tone, is the one who doesn't get along well with Gin, made Gin furious, and even reported Gin to Glenfiddich?

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other and automatically switched the image of the little black man with a sinister smile in their minds to an Asian boy who looked soft and shy, and spoke in a soft voice.

"hiss!"

The two of them gasped at the same time. It was not unfair that Gin lost!

Chianti and Cohen both thought of the scene in which this soft voice called and complained aggrievedly, "Gin bullied me."

"..."

This... Those who know and those who don't know, won't stand at the piano bar?

The silence between the two of them continued, and the soft, clear boy's voice in the headset continued.

“I find paper-based handovers really cumbersome.”

Yin Jiu has now walked to a familiar section of the road, and his pace has quickened. "It would be great if they stored the files online. We can just use hacking techniques to break into them and easily get the data."

"Then other companies don't need to rack their brains to compete, they just need to focus on hacking technology. If that happens, I'm afraid not only the bosses but also the employees will be worried." Gin sneered at Yin Jiu's beautiful vision. Seeing that the red dot of the tracker had moved to the last half of the route, his tone became relaxed, "It seems that guy is not that stupid."

"Yeah, not everyone is like you, living like a nobody."

"..." Gin automatically ignored the words that Yin Jiu said that he couldn't understand. He didn't bother with a child.

Gin looked at Vodka again, "What time?"

"There are still 15 minutes left until trading time."

Gin glanced at the tracker indicator light that was moving forward with Yin Jiu, and at the end of the road on his side he could vaguely see Yin Jiu holding an umbrella.

"That's about it, Glenfiddich. Find another route to evacuate."

"Okay." Yin Jiu yawned lightly to cover his lips, then pretended to adjust his hood and took the headset off his ear.

He felt that after strolling in the sun for so long, he looked much more haggard.

I immediately changed to the nearest wooded path and walked back.

This area is not far from his home, and he has had enough food and sleep in the past two days, so he can go back and wait. Gin will send him back to the institute after he finishes his business.

"I hope that by the time I go back, the laboratory has been cleaned up." Yin Jiu showed a mischievous grin on his face.

The nightmare-like sleep did not have no effect on his personality. The anxiety of not being able to fall asleep was like a sickle hanging high above Yin Jiu's head.

This mental oppression forced Yin Jiu to seek more stimulating ways to release stress, which manifested itself in an even worse personality.

Also becoming more aggressive.

"Ask that gentleman to transfer me to the interrogation team for a while some other day."

Yin Jiu adheres to the idea that when you are in a bad mood, you should vent it.

Thinking about the next trip.

Just as I turned the corner, I saw a small figure in a blue suit, peeking and clinging to the wall in front of me.

"?"

Conan was picked up this morning by a strange woman who called herself Edogawa Fumiyo.

That organization has already set their sights on him, and the actual situation is far worse than he expected. The Mori Detective Agency is directly exposed under the enemy's nose, and the only person he can turn to for help is Dr. Agasa.

Normally at this time of year the doctor would go out to buy groceries, so all he had to do was hide aside.

As long as it's less than half an hour, he and the doctor can call the police.

Conan was hiding in the corner, concentrating on waiting for Professor Agasa, when a cold hand suddenly patted him from behind.

"!!!"

Conan shuddered and almost jumped up. He then quickly stepped back, put his hands against the wall, and raised his head with difficulty, "...Yin Jiu?"

"..." Yin Jiu was holding an umbrella, thinking that this little guy who could release emotions when touched and jumped was really fun, and couldn't help but poke Conan's face with his hand, and said in a gentle tone, "What are you doing?"

"I..." Conan panted, looked around cautiously, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that although it is the same black color, when Yin Jiu wears it it does not give people a dark or ominous feeling, but instead makes him look more playful and lively.

Conan looked at the only darkness in front of him, and for a moment he could not muster any fear.